Author: Ju Gaogao

Through observations over the past few days, An Xiaoxiao found that the land area of ​​Anjia Village is not small. Although An occupied fertile land, there are still many acres of land assigned to each household. What’s strange is that except for a few families, the crops in the village are growing well, and most of the villagers have mixed quality, and some even leave the land idle and have no work. An Xiaoxiao is very surprised.

Taking advantage of her time to go to Uncle An’s second uncle to help Aunt Er’s house for treatment, An Xiaoxiao asked her questions. Uncle An’s second uncle lost his face as soon as he heard it. He sat next to him without saying anything, as if he was reluctant to say more. Even Aunt An, who had always been smiling, curled her smile and patted her on the shoulder.

"Aunt An Er, remember to insist on taking medicine. Now you don't cough anymore and you can't take it lightly." An Xiaoxiao knew that Uncle An Er was unwilling to say these things in front of Aunt An Er, so she stopped asking more questions. She put the silver needles one by one, rewritten the prescription to Uncle An Er, and told me carefully: "You can get medicine when you go to the medicinal materials shop tomorrow morning, and just drink it three times a day."

Under An Xiaoxiao's conditioning, Aunt An's face became more and more rosy, which was different from the image of a village woman who had just met a hunchbacked village woman. Now, except for the occasional coughing, she looks no different from a normal person. Uncle An's mouth didn't say it, but in fact she was so happy.

"Girl, it's better to stay at my second uncle's house for dinner at night and let your second aunt show you a hand." Second aunt's eyes were not as turbid as usual old women. Every time she spoke, her smile automatically rippled out of her eyes, warm and warm.

The woman stroked An Xiaoxiao's face, and the dry and warm palms were transmitted from the skin to the bottom of her heart. An Xiaoxiao's eyes calculated and couldn't help but sniff. She rubbed the other party's palm and refused politely: "No, Dawu is still waiting for me to go back in the inn. He should be anxious if he is too late."

Uncle An did not force himself to stay, but stood up and sent An Xiaoxiao out. She walked slowly to the village road in the afterglow, feeling her leisure at this moment.

Thorn

A faint sound suddenly came from behind. An Xiaoxiao raised her eyebrows, raised her breath, swept her hind legs, and kicked the object that was flying towards her. Silver light flashed, and several silver needles shot towards the target.

"Wow!!" The sound of splashing water and the child's crying sounded at the same time. An Xiaojing calmed down and flipped her hands to pick up the fine needle that was shot back. She barely stabilized her body, held back her anger, and stood in front of the child.

The wooden barrel fell aside, and An Qilin had no dry place in his body. He was wet and was wet, rubbing his eyes and crying loudly. It was still late winter now, and the cold water was poured on his body, wet his cotton coat, and his whole body was shaking after a few strokes.

An Xiaoxiao stood there with her arms in her arms, her eyes moved from the barrel to him, without saying a word.

Such a young man had the strength to throw the wooden barrel filled with water? She frowned slightly.

"Stinky lady, splash me with water!" An Qilin's nose was frozen, and he trembled and scolded, "I asked my father to smash your store."

"If you don't have the education, study more. Just a few words of scolding. Are you annoying?" An Xiaoxiao raised her eyebrows and stepped forward a few steps to An Qilin. The child shrank in fear, and glared back unwilling to be outdone. She chuckled and said, "Have your legs been done?"

"You have to care." An Qilin's face turned pale and he roared out with a bluff. An Xiaoxiao smiled and said nothing. She took out a large cloth to wrap him up, took his neck and rushed to the village chief An's house.

"Where did you take out this cloth?!" An Qilin slipped away by An Xiaoxiaoti before he could react. He said in anger: "Let me down! Stinky lady, let me down!"

An Xiaoxiao suppressed his fluttering hands, tickled a few times, and raised her hand to directly seal his acupoints.

He soon arrived at the Ancun home. An Xiaoxiao was not in a hurry to knock on the door, but instead stood An Qilin, who was unable to move, standing in front of him, looking up and down, without saying a word.

"Um!"

An Qilin, who couldn't speak, struggled desperately, and her eyes gradually became frightened under her gaze. An Xiaoxiao chuckled a few times, leaned over and whispered in his ear: "If I have the ability to pick up your legs, I have the ability to break them."

"Mmmmm!" An Qilin widened his eyes and kept shaking his head. A warm palm covered his injured calves. An Qilin's eyes instantly filled with tears, and she kept screaming sadly.

"If you break it, I will connect it. If you pick it up, I will continue to break it. Do you want to try it?" The ghostly voice was still echoing in his ears. An Qilin was shaking all over. He clamped the base of his thighs, his eyes were filled with fear.

"Let you go this time." An Xiaoxiao saw that the child was almost scared and finally was willing to let him go. She patted An Qilin on the cheek and smiled, "I'll wait for your father to come and smash my shop."

The child was cold and afraid, and was almost fainted. An Xiaoxiao pinched his chin and stuffed a few pills down. She popped up a few stones and smashed them on the door. She quickly untied his acupoint and pushed it into the door. Several people flew out.

"Heavenly killed! Why did it happen like this?" Cui Cui opened the door and saw An Qilin lying at the door, her face full of tears and trembling. She paniced and hugged him in her arms and kept cursing.

"It's not right for you to do this." An Xiaoxiao, who returned to the inn, told the two people who were waiting for her to come back to have a meal. Before Dawu could say anything, Jiang Chao sighed first and shook his head and said, "After all, he is a child."

After all, he is a child? An Xiaoxiao raised her eyebrows, looked at Dawu and asked, "Do you think so too?"

Dawu did not answer and asked back, "What would you do if Yuce did this?"

"He won't." An Xiaoxiao denied it directly and sneered: "He deserves to be compared with my family Ce'er?"

Dawu raised his eyebrows, Jiang Chao, who was beside him, smiled helplessly and shook his head.

The three of them arranged the meal and started eating. An Xiaoxiao seemed to remember something and threw the question asked by Uncle An to Jiang Chao. She said, "Is this related to the dragon vein?"

"Why don't you ask me?" Dawu began to ignore the trouble. After being warned by An Xiaoxiao, he hummed a few times and obediently took the rice.

"It should be affected by some dragon veins." Jiang Chao put down his bowl and answered seriously: "The village built on the dragon veins is moistened by the dragon veins for many years. It is outstanding and has a strong land and will naturally have a prosperous population. But on the other hand, the dragon veins can only be suppressed by the strong popularity. In this situation in Anjia Village, if it cannot suppress the dragon qi, it will naturally decline everywhere if it is backfired."

An Xiaoxiao whined, feeling a little regretful.

What a pity, I originally wanted to grow herbs, but now it seems that it won’t work.

We have to find a way to revitalize the land, plant some easy to grow, and then gradually restore grain production after gradually adapting, and then check whether to plant medicinal materials according to the actual situation.

An Xiaoxiao gradually formed a plan in her mind. She couldn't help but feel excited. She went to the medicinal materials shop early in the morning and told him the plan.

"You want to grow soybeans?"
Chapter completed!